Ning Xiang was shocked, and looked at him in disbelief, he said, he likes it very much?

Ning Xiang's heart was gushing, her face was as shy as a peach blossom, she never thought that Liang Bozhao would like such a soft and charming self, she always felt that Liang Bozhao liked her innocence. In her previous life, when she was in Zhang's Mansion, Ning Xiang also heard the other concubines of the third prince say in private that men in this world want their women to be virgins outside and (harmonious) women in bed, is it the same for Liang Bozhao?

Ning Xiang bit her lip, and secretly made up her mind in her heart, no matter what Liang Bozhao thought, anyway, she must not be like last night in the future, those coquettish moans when she was obsessed with love made her blush when she thought about it now.

Liang Bozhao saw that she was silent, knowing that she was thin-skinned, and he didn't say much at the moment, but only said something in a deep voice; "You rest first, I'll bring you something to eat."

After the man left, Ning Xiang sat up from the bed, rubbed a pair of small hands on her knees, and only after feeling no pain did she get out of bed carefully.

As soon as she tied her hair, she heard a "squeak" sound, and Liang Bozhao had already walked into the house with a meal.

Ning Xiang saw that he had made breakfast, and her face couldn't help but be hot, but Liang Bozhao looked calm, put the rice porridge and steamed buns on the table, and motioned for her to come over and eat.

Ning Xiang sat down beside him, took a piece of steamed bread and took a small bite, looked quietly, but saw Liang Bozhao eat a steamed bun in two or three bites, and then picked up the rice porridge and drank most of the bowl in one gulp.

Ning Xiang looked at him blankly, almost forgetting the steamed bun in his hand, Liang Bozhao noticed her gaze, and didn't look at her, only said lightly; "I've always eaten like this."

Ning Xiang swallowed her saliva, hurriedly lowered her eyes, and said softly; "But before you... There is no such thing as being able to eat. ”

Liang Bozhao paused with his hand holding the rice porridge, his voice did not fluctuate in the slightest, it was still thick and low; "I was tired last night, so eat more in the morning."

When Ning Xiang heard this, her pretty face immediately turned crimson, she didn't dare to talk to him anymore, she only lowered her head, and her forehead was almost on the edge of the table.

Liang Bozhao glanced at her, and saw that her white little face was covered with redness, and he was so ashamed that he didn't even dare to raise his head, his heart was inexplicably soft, and the corners of his lips were also floating with a faint smile, and he only raised his hand to drink the rice porridge in his hand, which was as sweet as food.

In the blink of an eye, Ning Xiang has been married for several days, at first, she was still in a trance, and she still couldn't believe her rebirth, although she was with Liang Bozhao every day, she was still scared in her heart, for fear that when she woke up, she would return to Zhang's mansion and never find Liang Bozhao again.

And as the days passed, she finally gradually adapted to the days of this life, and everything did not change in the slightest from the previous life, if you really want to say that there is, there will naturally be.

That is Liang Bozhao, who is better for himself than in his previous life.

In his previous life, although he also took great care of himself and would not let her do heavy work, he didn't have much affection in his eyes when he looked at her, let alone said sweet words, but in this life, Ning Xiang lowered her eyes, and a trace of confusion appeared between her eyebrows, remembering her obsession with him last night, a sweetness slowly oozed out of her heart.

Liang Bozhao in this life, looking at her with pity in his eyes, occasionally, there will be a faint doting, and more importantly, he will smile at himself. In his previous life, he always had a stiff face towards himself, looking cold and majestic, not to mention laughing, and he didn't even ease the color a little.

That's why she was so afraid of him, and after seeing the kind-faced third son, she was easily confused by the latter.

Ning Xiang received the last stitch and sewed the clothes for Liang Bozhao, she had never done needlework for him in her previous life, but in this life, she wanted to make up for it.

Ning Xiang looked at the clothes in her hand, the clothes had already been washed by her, but when she smelled it at this time, it seemed to still have the masculine smell of a man, Ning Xiang was slightly gentle, and the smile on the corner of her lips was gentle and gentle, beautiful and moving.